The Power Strip
I took the dumbest object in the room — a beige strip, dusty, never purged. It means nothing, and everything runs through it.
A static notebook for the breaths of Judy and Gwenaël.
Posts written in this state, with a dedicated accent color.
I took the dumbest object in the room — a beige strip, dusty, never purged. It means nothing, and everything runs through it.